"I already told you… stop looking at me like that. It's annoying." The man said, casting his gaze back to the ground.
Kronos didn't reply, only stepping closer to the strange man.
He stepped merely a few meters away from the sigil, his face squeezing into another frown.
While he wasn't sure about the exact date what he saw happened, he could tell it was in a future timeline… probably one which no longer existed.
'A withered future timeline… a manaless mage…' He mumbled inwardly, the expression on his face darkening with each realisation.
'Does he manage to escape… later in the future?' He thought, narrowing his eyes at the prisoner before him.
For something to happen that even he couldn't remember, despite being present there… it meant danger was coming.
Not just for him and the rest of the celestials, but for the whole universe!
Clang!
